Poems; original and translated by Charles Rann Kennedy ... and Two Poems by the Rev. Rann Kennedy. New Edition. By Charles Rann Kennedy |
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THE PARTING LOOK.
No braided hair, no chain of gold,
No sparkling gem for me:
I need not, Love, such tokens hold,
To make me think of thee.
No sparkling gem for me:
I need not, Love, such tokens hold,
To make me think of thee.
I do not ask for magic spells
To bring thee back to view;
Within my breast thine image dwells,
My heart reflects it true.
To bring thee back to view;
Within my breast thine image dwells,
My heart reflects it true.
For others let the canvas warm
With mimic colours glow;
For others let the stately form
From sculptur'd marble grow.
With mimic colours glow;
For others let the stately form
From sculptur'd marble grow.
Oh, what are these? Tho' Art can trace
Each feature bright and rare,
Each line of loveliness and grace;
The soul is wanting there.
Each feature bright and rare,
Each line of loveliness and grace;
The soul is wanting there.
Could I forget thy last fond look
Upon the parting day?
The last and sad farewell we took
When I was torn away?
Upon the parting day?
The last and sad farewell we took
When I was torn away?
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The tear along thy cheek that stole
Said more than tongue could tell:
I read the anguish of thy soul
That choked the word Farewell.
Said more than tongue could tell:
I read the anguish of thy soul
That choked the word Farewell.
Alas! twere past the artist's skill
That moment to restore:
But love, fond love recalls it still
To live for evermore.
That moment to restore:
But love, fond love recalls it still
To live for evermore.
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